My own brain conspires against me
Jan. 12th, 2007 11:59 amI took two days off the novel to finish "Catch", in my ongoing effort to not stress myself into another screaming breakdown with writing. And two days is all well and good--I can catch up to that in a few days, if I am an industrious piggy.*
But then last night, as I was going to bed, huge chunks of another story fell into my head. And there still here today. And it's hard to concentrate on the novel when Miss Isyllt Sue is too busy painting her toenails to pay attention to the evile death-fog and zombies (which I added just for her--ungrateful wretch), and Memory is chattering in my ear about anything and everything.
Memory hasn't given me a title, though, and that would be nice.
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* This is
greygirlbeast's fault. There are certain phrases that I am far too susceptible to, and one of them is "That'll do pig, that'll do." Seriously, I giggle every time I hear it.
But then last night, as I was going to bed, huge chunks of another story fell into my head. And there still here today. And it's hard to concentrate on the novel when Miss Isyllt Sue is too busy painting her toenails to pay attention to the evile death-fog and zombies (which I added just for her--ungrateful wretch), and Memory is chattering in my ear about anything and everything.
Memory hasn't given me a title, though, and that would be nice.
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* This is
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